I haven't posted much, I know that, and I'm sorry! But for the next eighteen days, I'll have to go back to school to start Year 10 where soon I'll learn much more new things. But that doesn't stop me from writing and doing what I enjoy! So this may be short, but I hope my OTP is known to others and loved as well!

I Held His Hand

Kiku took the usual stroll down the streets of Greece after a day's rest from traveling from his country to here. He and Hercules were great friends and since he wanted to see him more, what better way to do so then by going over and staying in his country? It was just for a few days, but the delighting feeling of seeing his good friend was the best.

Making way, he finally came to see the ruins of Hercules' home. All of the buildings that stood here were torn down and rocks remained on the floor, but nonetheless, the history that once thrived here breathed on in this beloved city. Kiku searched the rather empty ruins. No signs of Hercules sleeping anywhere.

Kiku decided to speak out his name. "Hercules-kun?" Kiku called out. No response.

Kiku wandered around the broken ruins but to no avail was there any sign of Hercules—or any cats, for that matter!—and he became distraught with worry. However those worrying feelings had been erased when he passed by a hillside where he saw a pact of cats meowing at Hercules who, as always, was asleep on the grass.

So, Kiku stepped down into the hillside and with the cats separating themselves to make room, Kiku sat beside Hercules who mumbled in his sleep. The Asian man pondered at Hercules soft face and thought that his skin must be incredibly hardened by his heavy muscles. Curiously, Kiku moved his hand to Hercules' arms, he withdrew for a second, but he reached to his arm and to his surprise it was soft. Hard, yes, but soft like cat's fur.

Unbeknownst to Kiku he was gliding his hand further down from his bicep to his hand. He had no idea what impulsive feeling was luring within to do this, yet he wanted to know what his hand felt like. And because of the curiosity, he was holding hands with Hercules who didn't move but only breathed through his parted lips.

Incredible, Kiku thought, I thought his hand would be hard, but it only has a few bumps of hard skin. It's also so soft…

Kiku held onto Hercules' bearing hand a little longer. He wouldn't do something like this to his friends when they were asleep…

Just then, Kiku felt something clutching his hand! Kiku was startled but when he turned to Hercules, he saw a sleeping expression still on his face—it could mean he was still asleep. Kiku turned his gaze away from Hercules and prayed his looks on the cats that roamed around him or passed him by unfazed that he was around.

What Kiku didn't know was that Hercules, secretly, awake and was holding his hand on purpose.

Greece: *still asleep*

Japan: *blushes* For a second, I thought you were awake... *looks away*

Greece: *secretly smiles*

Isn't GiriPan the best? I hope you enjoyed this one-shot!